Numbers On The Jukebox - Mark Chesnutt

I can’t recall how many times she said she’d never leave

Or the times she swore the only one for her was me

But the angel I was counting on has all but disappeared

And the only trace of her that’s left I find each night in there

Cause she’s just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on

There’s a little bit of her in every hurtin' song

I used to hate the thought of her ‘til her memory I forget

Cause she’s just numbers on the jukebox

B-11 takes me back to the first dance we shared

And A-14 reveals the truth she never cared

One by one they’re telling all the stories of my past

And why the love I thought could never die lies here behind this glass

Cause she’s just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on

There’s a little bit of her in every hurtin' song

I used to hate the thought of her ‘til her memory I forget

Cause she’s just numbers on the jukebox